This is killing me inside,
It's eating me up alive.
This darkness will consume me,
You will be the death of me.
This pendulum soars to new heights,
Searing and slicing, this flesh inside.
My heart is turning to pulp,
My ribs are knicked and gouged.
Please, please, break them,
Crush them, maim me,
Tear me open and restore me,
To the beauty I once was.
This reminds me of how it feels to be betrayed, its intense. Preets
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I would like to translate this poem
I agree wtih Preeti, it is very intense, my dear only you can restore yourself with the help of Lord of course. Excellent piece--Melvina---